As you began to stand up, feeling the slight ache in your legs from the fall, you took a deep breath and started to walk. Each step was cautious yet determined as you navigated your way further into the dimly lit underground. The air grew colder and more damp, and the faint sounds of faded dust moved through your path. You were on a quest to find shelter, a safe haven where you could rest and gather your thoughts. The shadows seemed to dance on the walls, creating an eerie but oddly comforting atmosphere as you pressed on, driven by the hope of finding a place to finally feel safe.
The further you went, the more dust you saw. Why was it even down here in the first place? It felt so, empty yet eerie here. You faintly saw a wall or more in the distance ahead, you felt relieved yet anxious about what could lurk in the building..well, if there was a building.
..You got closer and closer with each step. You finally saw a massive violet brick building covered in leaves and dust.
The pillars had slight cracks in them while the paint was chipped and old. Yet, you found it ravishing. how weird.. you found yourself drawn to an old, chipped, and cracked purple building. Despite its dilapidated state, there was something inexplicably ravishing about it. The faded paint and weathered exterior seemed to tell a story of resilience and history, which piqued your curiosity. You couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay within its walls. The building stood out among the surrounding structures, almost as if it were calling to you. The allure of its mysterious charm made you feel a strange sense of fascination. Approaching the entrance, you noticed intricate details in the architecture that hinted at its former glory. The chipped paint revealed layers of colors from different eras, each one adding to the building's unique character. There was a slight glow of gold coming from the inside..You felt compelled to open the large double door, to see what's in it..As you slowly pushed the large double door open, it made a creaky noise that echoed through the empty hallways. The sound was almost haunting, adding to the eerie yet fascinating atmosphere of the building. Dust particles danced in the Golden light.
( sorry to end it here.. I'm just rlly tired and my computer is dyinggg...please leave feedback in the comments.. love yall... nighty night. )
YOU ARE READING
A Dagger In My Soul .
FanfictionDust!sans X Human!reader Trigger warning for the following; Violence, language. Dust sans owned by Ask-dusttale blog. Undertale owned by Toby Fox. have a good read ;)